The priest was delicate in pursuing my concerns. Despite the locked door and the radio next to the door, our time and action was limited. XXX “Thank you, Sister. When the light went on in my mind, it made sense. I am also blushing profusely, though only the exposure of my face can possibly reflect it from under the formal habit and head coverings of this order. It was as if I couldn’t get enough of it. He merely held me softly and comfortingly. I nervously sat on the edge of the seat as if I might be asked to leave at any moment. “Sister, it is not my intention to suggest or encourage the random violation of Church doctrine or rules that would govern our roles and duties.
